Cannon Fodder Attacks The Villain (MTL)

Chapter 50

Chapter 50

　　Mu Bai knew who the person in front of him was.

　　Lu Xiaoqiao's half-brother. Lu Yan.

　　This person's personality can be said to be two extremes from Lu Xiaoqiao's, and he is a famous living king of hell. An unstable madman.

　　This question was mostly sarcastic, and Mu Bai lowered his gaze. "Mr. Lu, there is no such service in the store."

　　He reached out and held Lu Yan's ankle, trying to get him to lift his feet.

　　Unexpectedly, although the other party is so tall, his ankles are rather thin. Mubai's slender fingers followed the edge of the socks and unconsciously touched his skin.

　　Lu Yan suddenly withdrew his foot and then frowned.

　　Mubai lowered his head and glanced at the footprints on his shirt, then stood up.

　　Lu Yan was inexplicably unhappy with the other party's indifferent demeanor.

　　"I'm asking you."

　　He sneered. "Don't tell me you won't sell it."

　　Mubai raised his eyelashes and glanced at him, then lowered his head and flicked the footprints on his shirt, his voice not fluctuating. "Sell it."

　　He thought for a second and then gave an answer. "one thousand."

　　"A thousand?" Lu Yan sneered.

　　"Well, a thousand, once."

　　Mubai didn't care if he thought it was too little, so he unbuttoned his shirt on his own. White is easy to get dirty, so it's best to deal with it immediately if it gets dirty. He usually pays attention to it and doesn't want to spend money to buy another uniform.

　　Lu Yan's eyes fell on Mu Bai's exposed collarbone and did not follow his train of thought. "What?"

　　"You smack once, a thousand." He didn't have a night and had to go to the hospital.

　　When Mu Bai said this, he finally raised his eyes and looked at Lu Yan. There was almost no expression on his face, but his tone was very determined, as if he knew that the other party would definitely come soon.

　　Lu Yan felt a small electric current rushing through his scalp, and he was inexplicably irritated by him.

　　"What the hell do you mean?"

　　Lu Yan pushed him forward, and Mubai fell on the sofa. Lu Yan bent down and grabbed his collar.

　　"You're just so anxious to make this money, right?"

　　"We were taking Xiaoqiao somewhere just now."

　　Mubai didn't say anything, he just put his hand on Lu Yan's and tried to pull out his collar.

　　The two are very close now. Lu Yan could see Mu Bai's face clearly at close range. He didn't wear makeup, but his skin had no blemishes, and his whole face was so white that it seemed to glow. The bridge of the nose is very straight, and the eyelashes hanging down are thick and dense, like a small fan.

　　The hands holding his wrists looked very white and clean, but the fingertips were a little calloused. No wonder it felt so strange when I held his ankle.

"Anyway, if I give you money, you are willing to do anything."

　　Mu Bai calmly raised his eyelashes and met his gaze.

　　"Um."

　　Lu Yan's pupils shrank, but he didn't let go of him. The other party's attitude was calm, as if it was not an insult, but just a fact.